The Center of The Storm (Location)

FangTheCat

(Having internet issues, hope this didn't double post)
Fort_Master_Gustav

Orion moves slower, still paying attention to his surroundings and remaining careful of what might be ahead.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Turning around the corridor together, the two somewhat non-existant spirits come face-to-face to a whole different scenary than they had faced beforehand.
They seem to be in a long and somewhat open corridor, everything surrounding them is an unprecedented white, except the place they walk on. The corridor stretches on for a while, as they lose awareness of their senses and seem dragged towards its impeding end. Eventually, they come upon the representation of a door, or of transition as it is.
Their meta-hands open the door and push it aside, only to reveal another room with what seems to be a large dark triangle pointing down. They fall into the door, almsot as if the gravity has been inverted, and into the large triangle.
The triangle enlarges and enlarges endlessly, as if it wasn't there, and soon, everything around them is surrounded in darkness. Orion and Nekhala lose conciousness.
Following, they are met with different images within a dream-like state that they can't discern from reality. They first see a large series of rings and structures surrounding a globe of random colors. They see The Inquisitor with a flaming white and black eye on his forehead, sitting on a trone, with the colours exploding behind him. You see a black triangle of enormous proportions occulting the globe of colours and casting a golden light through a rectangular slit, that distances itself and dissapears, swallowed by an ocean of darkness.
Lastly, you see the trifactual proportions of The Storm and its three anchors, as the center enlarges and floods, engulfing everything visible. Seeing this, you achieve the understanding of something about The Storm. (talk to me in Discord)

Then, everything fades to black again. next thing you know, both of you wake up inside of Nekhala's fighter, and slowly drift out of the storm. Barely a single minute had passed since you ingressed into it. Nekhala seems to be back to normal, but Orion seems to still have its weird body, though somewhat similar to Nekhala, and with a similar uniform.

Romando07

Fort_Master_Gustav
The pilots are quite startled upon seeing where they ended up. After a moment of pause, the security personell promptly tackle them and escort them to the medbay, where they are scanned for any changes.

dodo_bear

Romando07 Romando07 Nekhala looks around at the familiar surroundings, and then begins to think over the things he has learned within.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Romando07
There appear to be no changes as of right now, Just a mere swap of their positioning, more than likely. However, one can only imagine how far that could have gone, perhaps swapping the blood type of them, or their internal organs? Only a deeper dive, both literally and proverbially, can scratch the surface of this place.

Romando07

Fort_Master_Gustav
While the pilots are still being checked and interrogated, a piloted drone is dispatched, equipped with scanning equipment and many forms of cameras. It starts to traverse deeper into the Storm as scientists pilot it remotely and analyze resoults.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Romando07
The ship is soon clouded by the golden etherial mass that swirls around in great speeds. However, the scientists soon lose contact with it. It seems that long-range operation for such things isn't possible, perhaps they'll have to dwelve there themselves.

Romando07

Fort_Master_Gustav
After 40 minutes of preparations, a fighter is sent into the Storm:
"Here is Abyss 1, do you copy? Over."
"This is control, reading you loud and clear. Proceed into the Storm at low speeds. Reply rate is one minute. Over."
The craft proceeds to slowly drift deeper into the storm, with the pilot in protective gear marking his findings and occasionally writing down on paper, just in case of a system failure. He reports his status every minute and gets instantanious response from his higher-ups, who are monitoring the situation, expecting the fighter to dissapear soon.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Romando07
Abyss 1 is soon overtaken by the rolling clouds, however, communication doesn't seem to cut so quickly as it did with the unmanned drone. What the fighter sees is an immensiveness of golden clouds that seem to obscure a constant swirl of colors, a perpetual motion of... something. The golden clouds roll through him.
Soon, the fighter starts to shake and buckle, giving indications of some kind of undetected and unseen turbulance as he peers deeper into the anomaly. This could be his last chance to turn back.

Romando07

Fort_Master_Gustav
"Control, this is Abyss 1, there seems to be some kind of turbulence. Visibility is low, but I am detecting.... some kind of motion. I dont think this craft is suitable, permission to turn back? Over."
The resarches think for a moment before answering:
"Abyss 1, this is Control. The communications are getting rough. Permission to return denied, proceed with the mission. Reply rate shifted to 4 minutes. Over."

Dammit. I might die... Lets see how is the gravity here...
The fighter stops advancing forwards and tries to stay in place, with minimal amount of thrust.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Romando07
Abyss 1 dwells deeper within the storm as the fighter he controls starts becoming more and more the fighter he has no control over. The hull and all its parts shake and buckle as his being permeates the thin yet normally unsurmountable veil, into a metaphorical land of truthfulness.
He is indulged in the utomost darkness of sight and mind. He cannot move and can barely think, everywhere around him is a pure nothingness, in which a rythmic noise percolates. The noise slowly manifests itself more and more, until it becomes unbearable, and he opens his eyes, shunned away from the darkness.
Exiting the cave is a new being, he gazes around blindsighted by the brightness of all that surrounds him, but soon his vision normalizes to recognize that he is, in fact, inside some sort of old-time passanger cart, sitting on a brown leather couch. To his left, a sliding door that is about 1/4 open, and to his right, a landscape runs by of some kind of desert, though there seems to be something off about it.

Back at the control tower, they seem to have lost contact with Abyss 1.

Daiaurufu-Garu

Fort_Master_Gustav what is the anchors look like?

Terket

The Alatyi ship returned to view of the storm, wherever it was, after significant amount of time, that something may have changed while it was gone... Of course, it wasn't known to be that simple, whether the ship could actually do anything. Each one of them was overwhelmed by curiosity, taking no thought into what had been behind its creation. The ship went slowly forward..

Fort_Master_Gustav

For a few months now, the center of the galaxy had been in a standstill. Some particularly curious individuals came and went towards the shards that circulated around The Storm, trying to solve its misteries and acquire possible advancements, for themselves or their nation, though the large phenomena that raged on the background.
Though inactive as this part of the galaxy is, that didn't mean that it wasn't observed. By the very contrary, the phenomena itself seems to catch people into a sort of "visual-mental trap", where their mind suffers a memory lapse and stares long into the direction of the phenomena, and into itself. Even the most powerful beings haven't been able to find a solution for this weird problem, though it doesn't seem to affect people in any negative way other than waste their time.
Through the lenses of one of these faraway telescopes, or perhaps through many of these lenses, someone is detected, someone that is at the same time famous and unknown to many. A wolf-man of relatively small proportions, yet of relatively great power and prowess, one of somewhat harmless appearance, though known to some as "The most powerful psychic in the galaxy".
His curiosity is as great as his powers, he longs to know his origins and the truth of his existance, how he came to be and the underlying functioning of the reality he inhabits. From his very conception, his mind existed between planes of existance, his sight extended far beyond that of normal inhabitants of the galaxy, and the origins of such immenseness puzzled him. Now, he heads towards the grave of one of the greatest contemporary misteries of the galaxy, from afar he drifts into the paranatural madness of the phenomena, the golden gasses embrace him and envelop him in a comfortable cradle as they beckon his being foward into the developing madness, and in naught but an instant, he is gone.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Darkness.
Unrelenting and ever present,
Darkness
Unwavering, ungiving.
A light stream of movement graces the tips of his short whisters, runs down the coat of fur disrupted by egregious scars, tokens of a troubled past, normally occulted by his psychic prowess.
Slowly he grasps into a slippery state of consciousness, through his shut eyes a vision manifests itself. He sees a superimposed image of two sceneries that interchange, he cannot distinguish between one and another.
There is a human-like machine, it simultaneously is made of black metal with red and blue markings, faded out to some kind of grey, with a burning white eye on his head, the single distinguishment from his otherwise blank dark-grey face. It sits upon a large black throne with no valuable distinguishments other than the large black triangle atop it.
Simultaneously, he sees himself sitting upon the same throne, his features are made non gendered, though the same burning eye seems to be on his head. The being looks directly at he, who observes the being, and smiles, a grin of… satisfaction?
The whole scenery elevates, and the point of view with it. The throne is like a pillar that extends into the darkness below. The darkness fades and reveals the galaxy of G-S16, with an image of a giant triangle superimposed atop it. The being stares at The Ambassador as he falls down into the dark abyss that the triangle makes, swallowing up all light of the galaxy, instead of a voice coming from its mouth…
The Ambassador is woken up by a train horn, blaring through his mind, forcefully removing him from the darkened abyss he was within and putting him in what appears to be a normal passenger cart of an old steam-era train...

Altraxia

Fort_Master_Gustav ~~hey you,you're finally awake~~

Fort_Master_Gustav

The cabin slightly shakes and waves according to the wheels that drive the train itself atop the railway, that is, if there is one.
His body is slumped over a white plastic or marble-like table that attaches to a window, faceting the exterior through an opaque lens of semi-sepia. Despite the light illusion of naturality, the exterior adds the para to the natural thereof. As the train apparently runs through a landscape of non-comforming identity, ever-shifting through a multitude of what you’d consider a “landscape”, through its consistent concept of landscape, it has an inconsistent format formed through an unknown means, could it be of its unfortunate subject itself?
With an amount of strength, he is able to elevate his body and face to an upwards position, and erect himself within the passenger train, arising from the sitting position on the red leather couch he was on. With his right hand, he pushes the sliding door down its rails, and opens way into the corridor.
He stumbles through the relatively thin corridor, clenching onto the wood with his clawed hands as he makes way to the end of the hallway. At the end of it, he sees a weird symbol. A perpetually developing symbol of some kind of weird geometry he can’t make out itself. He sees an inverted black triangle atop this weird symbol, and underneath it, an open burning white eye, almost as if these three created a sort of… sandwich?
He lightly touched the door and the symbol. The door stretched outwards and through it unfolded a new scenery of a small midsection between this car and the next one, beyond the guarding rails of the midsection was an empty nothingness, a ceaseless white. From the top and the bottom, he felt, though didn’t see, that The Storm existed. He spit downwards and slowly observed as his sight, better than the largest potency telescopes of the universe, simply witnessed his action fade away slowly, until it was too far away to be detected, a true emptiness.
He made his way through the midsection, and opened the door, this time what seemed to be a normal one, at the end of it. It led way into what seemed to be a kitchen/restaurant cart, on the center ran a small open line for people to pass through, to the right, there were seats with tables, and to the left, a bar. Behind the bar, there seemed to be a “person”, made out of a white shadow outlined by thin scribbled black outlines. His face, though almost unrecognizable, was of a mixture of horror and surprise, his voice, an echo through the mist, resounded:

“Y-You… How can it be!?”

Fort_Master_Gustav

The scenery is frozen in a permanent static of the train tracks and the noises of the constant oscillation of the train wheels grinding against the rails and the beams that connect the two pieces of metal, there are two beings, if they can even be called that. One, a barkeep but not, made of hazy black scribbled outlines with a faceless expression of surprise, horror, anxiety and angst. Another, a wolf-man with an expression of surprise, as his right hand, extended outwards, meant for channeling powerful psychic streams or much more, seem to be channeling naught but his distress and channeling back to him the notion that, for now, his powers are gone.
A few seconds of the scene pass, though soon the barkeep gets up from his mildly reclined position, his expression changes to that of a calm, if not mocking tranquility as the realization of the mistake washes over him.
Perhaps the solipsism of the barkeep influences his mind, sometimes he mixes all of them up, his nonexistent mouth utters the following:

“Of… course.
Just… another…”

He sighs a long exhale of breath;

“Passenger…”

The Ambassador, tired and somewhat dumbstruck by his lack of psychic powers, sits down momentarily on the seat of one of the tables of the restaurant/bar wagon. A few more moments of silent stares fly by, the silence broken by them simultaneously asking:

“Who are you?”

…

“I’m… Well, people call me The Ambassador bu---”

The Barkeep laughs loudly, cutting the speech from the wolf-man.

Barkeep:“Of course! Ah… the incidental coincidence, the coherent synchronicity… The little science fair project...”

The barkeep clears a glass within his hand with an invisible towel, and places it on the counter, continuing to talk.

Barkeep:”Well, we could stay here, throwing conversation out, building whatever it may be that everything is, but I believe your questions can’t be answered by me…
I’m afraid…
That to find your answers…
You’ll have to speak to… The Conductor.”

The barkeep’s expression is not so cynic anymore, it’s even somewhat sad. He points his hand towards the opposite end of the wagon, and the door opens up revealing another cart connector. The Ambassador simply nods knowingly to the being, and leaves knowing that there needn’t be any more exchange between them.

HarryRocks101

On the edge of the storm closest to the GFM system, 2 GFM vessels with advanced sensor arrays begin approaching at FTL speed, 100km away from the storms edge they exit and they begin flying there ships along the outer edge scanning the storms outer circumference with the advanced sensor systems ranging from quantum scanning to visual scanners (all scanner/sensor types the GFM have)(don't have to list them)

Fort_Master_Gustav

HarryRocks101
Like many of the ones that came before this particular expedition from the GFM, their sensors seem to be as worthless as they come. There are many pieces of some kind of metallic debris flying around, likely scarse remains of the final battle that took place here, and the rest of what the sensors pick up comes as a variety of garbled mess. They pick up non-existant planets, people-shaped objects, highly energetic bursts that seem to only exist in the sensory range, various megastructure-sized objects flying around, though not actually there.

HarryRocks101

Fort_Master_Gustav intrigued by there scans they prepare 3 class 4 probes to be deployed in to the storm carrying a subspace communication device and beacon in addition to a large repertoire of scanners/sensors, a set of experimental gas collectors, salvaging equipment to go and gather any pieces of wreckage that may be worth looking at.

They also specifically install additional optical sensors and a translation matrix with a small data core explaining a general understanding of the GFM.